I2O LETTERS FROM THE
Poor La Celle1 is sold to a paper merchant,
the church destroyed, and the monastery turned
into a rag-warehouse. Watt Smith, brother to
Mrs. Fitzherbert, is here, married, ou peu s'en
faut9 to a Madame Notaire.
November x8th, 1796.
I just now saw poor little Madame de
Laborde, the picture of misery and desolation.
She cried bitterly. Her husband might have been
saved, for the municipality of Rouen oiFered to let
him remain five days longer, but he had been so
long in prison that he was sick of existence, and
wished to be tried and the matter ended one way
or the other.2 He was sent to Paris, and executed
on the fifth day after Robespierre was dethroned.8
1 The college where Mr. Swinburne was educated.
2 M. de Laborde was a fermier-gZn&ral, and was much
esteemed. His only daughter married Count Charles de
3 M. Fontin Desodoards, in his treatise on the French
Revolution, says of this monster of blood and iniquity: "He
was more ferocious than Nero, and more credulous than
Claudius. His exterior was cold, and his manners embar-
rassed. He was insensible to friendship, pity or remorse.
His look was sinister, and his conversation insignificant.